Lightning-Dono: Gawd, I love drama. xD; You should see me during cartoons and movies when there's something sad and dramatic happening. My eyes start to well up with tears and when I blink, they fall. o.o; At school today this guy in my class had a seizure for the 3rd time at school this year. It was really sad because my friend was joking around with him and when he fell on the ground she thought he was just playing so she started to laugh at him. When he started to shake and make noises and drool, she started crying and ran to the other side of the room. ;;

The lyrics are the translated lyrics from the sing "Sotsugyou" from Inuyasha sung by Tackey and Tsubasa.

Answers to the Reviews

can't think – You think Honda is hot? xD; I think Jounouchi is. :D He's just so cute. Uh...yeah. Hawt-ness right there. And that's a tear, yes. I prefer this: ;-; to this: :'( But I'm weird like that. Nerds are great! I'm nerdy, too, which may explain why I like the candy...But that's besides the point. You thought it was sad? o.o Yay, I'm developing my angst writing!

Vanessa463– Yes, I know...:( I'm glad to reviewed! Be happy that I'm updating today. xD;

Witch01 – I'm glad you think so! And more is on the way. ;)

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If there was just one,
And no more than one
wish that came true,
I wonder what I would wish for...

Where are you now?
Who are you with now?
I secretly ask these gifts
of the blue sky.

With you, so near at my side;
But now, you're no longer here...
With you, although we're apart,
That won't change, in spite of the promise I made.

Though we'll become memories,
It doesn't compare to the warmth of your side,
A painful sigh suddenly overflowed,
and will soar to a distant place to reach you.

In the times to come,
I've already gone away,
I've finally come to realize
it means just that.

For me, I'd lost my way,
You took my hand in yours.
For me, in a smile,
Your sad eyes were hidden.

Although we may become a farewell,
I was murmuring that I wanted to be by your side,
I can't voice my unforgiven memories,
But at least this prayer will reach you.

My unending memories are released into the sky,
Although I'm alone, I'll continue on...

It's as if the sakura flowers danced that day,
Reflecting the light of radiant memories,
And a painful sigh, bright with
all these feelings, will soar to reach you.

Although we may become memories,
It doesn't compare to the warmth of your side,
But because farewells are for tomorrow's sake,
they will soar to a distant place to reach you.

- - - - -

The next day, Kaiba connected to headquarters and ordered that a helicopter arrive at the hospital with a full fuel tank at twelve o'clock sharp. Every worker was to be alerted of his return and he wanted to see the building sparkly clean as soon as he arrived at the perpendicular pillars that stood alert before the entrance.

"Better be sure that we don't have any crashes along the way." Kaiba gave a wry smile in Isis's direction, which she returned.

"I will assure you that with every safety precaution you have covered in the call, we will be able to be return safely." Isis gazed out of the window at the dusty, pebble-strewn roads of Saudi Arabia. The only green she could see from where she stood was a mass of grass that lay around the bass of the hospital, thick and flourishing as they bathed in the light. She wished she could've seen more of the scenery – outside of the country where sand wasn't the dominant substance. Isis found herself turning the blame towards Kaiba, but fought back the feeling. Had she not ended up in a wreck and nearly killed, she may never have been able to gain Kaiba's sentimental wishes. But if she had never come, Kaiba would still be back at his building and Mokuba might still be alive. The net was so confusing; everything one person did influenced something else like a food chain. She found everything riding upon whether she had ever come and in the end, it all lead up to the day she decided to leap off a helicopter and come toppling onto her love.

"So..." Kaiba was lost as for what to say. He had never experienced love for a female before, so he wasn't quite fluent in the area of their pleasures and dislikes. "Anything you'd like to do?"

"Shall we go for a walk?"

If Kaiba was curious as to why anyone would go walking on a road where granules of sand would fly up with every step and dirty their clothes, he didn't show it. Shrugging, he nodded towards the staircase. A warm feeling crept down Isis's spine, a certain sign that the day would turn out to be well.

As they walked down the lonely streets, rarely catching sight of the oddly fashioned buses, they spoke little. Isis had been hoping for a more open-minded approach where Kaiba would suddenly spill out everything to her – what his life had been like, the mysteries of his past. Often during their walk, Kaiba would hint towards their togetherness, purposely leaning over to supposedly inspect something on the ground while moving ever so slowly sideways to bump shoulders with her.

"What do you think it'll be like back...where you live?" Isis felt it was best to get him prepared for what he might see and hear.

Kaiba shrugged, remembering the men who had ridiculed him as Isis sat on his chest like a doll, not bothering to step in and remove the body that held his heart and mind captive. He found Isis's hand grabbing his and his legs suddenly ceased to move. Snapping back to reality, he discovered Isis was delving for a reason by watching his eyes.

"You seem so withdrawn," she whispered, weaving her fingers into his, drawing him closer. "Is there something on your mind?"

"I'm afraid to go back," Kaiba replied forlornly, his eyes following a swarthy, cloaked figure cross the street, keeping close watch on the couple with narrowed eyes. Stolidly, he released his inspecting glare and continued down the road, picking through his bags.

Isis sighed, as though she were lecturing someone that had the most dense skull in the world. She lifted one free hand and fingered his hair genially, hoping to release Kaiba's tension.

"You can't be afraid forever. Returning may be the hardest thing you've ever done...But people need you back there."

"Why would anyone need me?" Kaiba asked miserably.

"Kaiba, you've showed so much devotion and passion for what you have always done. You can't just run away from it all because of something in your life...I know it has impacted you quite a bit, but-," Isis breathed. "But hiding won't solve a thing." She curled the hair behind his hair so it wouldn't make contact with his eyes. "Besides, I'll be with you the whole time. You have my word on it."

The man smiled, his usual aggression returning to his pale, sickly face made so by so much worry and lack of sunlight. He applied a gentle squeeze on her hand as he said, "And I'll be sure to get you if you're not." A thin film of tears developed along the bottom edge of his eyes.

Isis giggled lightly, removing her hand from his. "Of course you will."

They traveled back down the desolate road that had shabby buildings littered off to the side, making the hospital look like a magnificent structure of angelic greatness. Isis felt exceptionally accomplished. She had achieved her goal of making Kaiba recover from the loss and regain his confidence. As she watched her bold lover, she saw that the volume and color had returned to his cheeks somehow, as though a miracle had recently happened.

"I'll never leave your side," she murmured, relaxing the hand at her side.

- - - - -

The ride back on the helicopter couldn't have been less dreary and boring. As they boarded, Isis suspisciously looked about at the controls, making sure each and every lever and button was intact an checked beneath each seat for a medical kit along with a parachute. No parachutes had been supplied, but a full medical kit was contained beneath the co-pilot's seat. Just watching the replacement gave her shivers, not wanting to remember the co-pilot that had been supervising her flight back to Egypt that had landed short due to a fuel shortage. Kaiba took great amusement towards her behavior, which Isis found unfair as he was the one that had created the sense of fear and extreme paranoia within her.

Everyone was silent, only the constant sound of the helicopter blades slicing through the air remained to be listened to. In boredom, Kaiba let his mind drift above the clouds. Would there be a funeral for his brother? He would have to arrange that. As much as he feared the mention of Mokuba, he wished for people to pay their last respects to the young boy who had passed away at the hands of his horrifically violent foster father. But even though this was his only brother he was looking at, he wanted Isis to be standing right there to share the moment when they open the casket one last time for the very sight of his body. Just the thought of it made the blood pump double-time through his veins, his heart pulsating at a very irregular speed that any nurse would've deemed as 'worthy of a medical operation'.

As though reading his mind, Isis brought up the subject tentatively. "Do you plan to hold a funeral or just cremate him?"

Kaiba wanted to cry out, "I don't know!" But didn't. This was a weak response and he couldn't just share his nerve-wracking thoughts with Isis. She wasn't sensitive, but the very thought would scare her into thinking that he was nervous after all and that he would need to be shielded from the images.

"I'll go for cremate." It would keep him from having to bury the remains underground. The ashes would be much neater. Perhaps easier to lose, but if kept properly and placed in an area that was heavily protected as decoration and an item of hidden value, Mokuba could remain with Kaiba for the rest of his life.

"I don't think that would be proper," Isis replied in rebuke. Kaiba turned to stare at her in repugnance. Not because he hated her personally, but he couldn't see why she would say that a cremation shouldn't be in order. Mokuba wasn't her brother – she didn't need to oppose his fairly reasonable decision.

"And what makes you think that?" He scowled, a mood swing coming along.

"In Ancient Egyptian culture we mummified our dead, or rather we mummified those who had enough money to purchase and build a pyramid or tomb before dying, to preserve the body for the afterlife," Isis explained matter-of-factly. Unfortunately, no one could really side with her since the Egyptians no longer kept traditions such as mummification alive after being invaded by people from across the Mediterranean Sea.

"Right," he grumbled. "And I'm still wearing diapers."

Isis grew irritated at Kaiba's sudden sullen behavior. "You know, if you took your history courses you should know that. Unless you were much too stuck up for your teachers to take."

Kaiba sighed exasperatedly. "Can't we just drop this whole thing? I don't want us to start arguing over some random question about Mokuba's preservation, thanks."

The rest of the ride grew deathly silent as they flew over a mountainous region, watching the ice-capped peaks whiz by and altitudes heighten on handy meter by each window. The glass grew white with mist and the cold seeped through their clothing, entering their flesh to create a chilling sensation that ran down their spines. Isis blew warm air on her hands, fearing that they would turn blue.

What a great day to wear your light, loose clothing, Isis thought dolefully, rubbing her arms. Then, a surprise nearly shocked her into jumping out of the helicopter from her seat. Kaiba had removed his coat and was leaning over, wrapping it cozily around her shaking body.

"Are you warm?" He asked, still wearing his skin-tight long sleeve that showed-off every muscle in his torso.

Isis swallowed the phlegm that had mercilessly gathered in her throat. "Yes...Thank you."

The aura released from the two might as well have raised steam that read, "Love," right there in the middle of the helicopter.

Up front, the pilot and co-pilot exchanged knowing looks and returned dutifully to their jobs.